Tan, who was taking the keys out of the lock, had excellent ears.
After losing one eye, his ears suddenly became more sensitive.
Although he is not as good as Yang Ruoqing and other practitioners, he is better than other ordinary people.
Therefore, she heard all what Old Yangtou told Yu Xingkui.
"Squeak!"
The door was pushed open violently, and Mrs. Tan took the lead in entering the room.
Old Yang nodded towards Yu Xingkui, and Yu Xingkui quickly pushed the old man to follow.
After pushing the old man and the wheelchair to the door, halfway in, Yu Xingkui said out of thin air into the room: "I'm going to the toilet. I'll be back in a minute."
Lao Yangtou nodded and deliberately raised his voice and said: "Go ahead, go ahead."
Mrs. Tan was washing her hands at the washstand, with her back to the door.
Hearing the 'conversation' between the two men, the old lady's mouth twitched.
Old thing, is this still happening?
Your acting skills are so poor that I don't even bother to expose you!
Lao Yangtou followed Tan and pushed his wheelchair into the east room.
But just after entering the house, he stopped where he was and didn't go any further.
Mrs. Tan turned around, glanced at him and said, "In order to get into my house earlier, I was so anxious that I took out all the keys like a dog jumping over the wall. Why are you so reluctant to come in now?"
Old Yangtou smiled naively and looked at the clean and tidy green brick floor. "The wheels of my chair are stained with the mud on the road. I'm afraid it will make your place dirty."
"Hey!"
Tan rolled his eyes.
But in the end, he didn't come forward to push him into the house.
Yes, Mr. Tan is mysophobic, and there is indeed dirt under the wheel.
It was an exception for her to be able to keep the old man where he entered the door.
"Hey, this is for you, wipe it!"
A dry and clean handkerchief was thrown over.
It came so unexpectedly that the old man couldn't dodge in time, and his face was directly covered by the flying handkerchief.
The old man was a little depressed and was about to say a few words.
But he heard Tan's low laughter.
She laughed twice and then disappeared. Apparently, she covered it with her hands.
The old man suddenly stopped being depressed. He raised his hand and pulled off the veil covering his face, and saw that Tan's face was sullen again.
Despite this, Old Yangtou could see the residual smile in the old lady's eyes.
He also smiled, picked up the handkerchief and generously wiped the mist on his head and shoulders.
At the same time, he said to Mrs. Tan: "Today, the third daughter-in-law and the others went to dig shepherd's purses. Qing'er and the others were making dumplings there last morning. I tasted one of these dumplings. They were very good. The fillings were a bit spicy. It's you." If you like the taste, try it.”
The old man picked up the food box again and raised it in front of Mrs. Tan.
Tan still didn't want to accept it.
She felt so...awkward!
She couldn't stand this old man being so greasy and gentle, but she was more used to this old man blowing his beard and staring at her...
"Be obedient and get it quickly, otherwise my trip will be in vain!" Old Yangtou urged again.
Mrs. Tan was still swaying.
"If you don't take it, I won't leave today, no matter what!" Old Yangtou knew that her temper was so weird, coy, and anti-human.
So when dealing with her, you can't follow common sense.
"You still won't take it? Ha, this is a disguised hope that I won't leave but stay? That's okay..."
"Is that all right, stay? You think so, so go ahead and eat shit!"
Sure enough, when old Yangtou tried to persuade her, the old lady remained unmoved.
When the old man deliberately stimulates her, look, her hair will explode immediately.
Not only did he jump up and scold him, he also rushed over like a small cannonball, snatched the food box from the old man's hand, and returned to the table.
To be honest, Lao Yangtou was almost shocked by Tan's action.
By the time he came to his senses, Mrs. Tan had returned to the table, standing there holding the food box in both hands and twisting the lid hard.
She was not very tall when she was young, but now that she is older, her head has shrunk.
Standing at the edge of the table, not much higher than the Eight Immortals Table, he stood on tiptoes and firmly tightened the lid of the food box.
He had brought the food box all the way before. He was afraid that it might get spilled due to the bumps on the road, so he tightened it very tightly.
No, the little old lady couldn't unscrew it even after spending a long time. The way she gritted her teeth and tried hard made Old Yangtou dumbfounded.
No, he was about to say that he would help her screw it, but she saw him smiling earlier.
This was a serious situation. The old lady pushed away the food box and jumped up on the spot.
"You're a very bad old man. You said you were giving me dumplings to eat, and you screwed up the lid on purpose. You just wanted to see me make a fool of yourself, didn't you?"
"Okay, okay, I won't eat if I don't want to. Even if you beat me to death, I won't eat!"
Tan cursed a few times angrily, ran back to the bed, lay down on the quilt, grabbed a pillow and covered his head, buried his face under the quilt and sulked.
Old Yangtou was speechless.
"You old woman, why do you think so bad of me? How dare I provoke you? Do I dislike my longevity or what?" the old man said with a helpless smile.
He pushed the wheelchair to the table, took the food box, and started twisting it.
But when he saw a little old lady peeking over from under the pillow on the bed, Old Yang did not unscrew the lid immediately. Instead, he changed his hand, held the food box in his arms, and then twisted it hard.
He gritted his teeth and twisted his face.
"Oh my dear mother, I'm so patronizing and talking about you that I can't get rid of you!"
After hearing what Old Yangtou said, Tan's humming came from under the pillow.
"When you laughed at me earlier, you did the same thing, but when it came to me, did you slap me in the face?" She lifted the pillow and sat up.
Old Yang smiled at her and said, "I'm really at my wits end. It seems that you have to come and unscrew me!"
Tan snorted and turned his face away: "I won't twist it. "
"Come on, try again. Maybe you are better than me?" the old man coaxed again.
Mrs. Tan glared at Old Yangtou, and then reluctantly took the food box.
"If I can't twist it open anymore, I really won't eat it! It's too hard to eat a dumpling!" Tan rolled up his sleeves and prepared to twist it, still grumbling in his mouth.
Old Yangtou smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, if you can't unscrew it, I won't let you eat it. I'll throw this food box and the dumplings together into the urine bucket!"
Mrs. Tan twitched her lips and was about to scold him for wasting things.
Suddenly, there was a 'click' sound, and the lid of the food box in his arms came loose.
Mr. Tan used too much force, and the moment the lid was loosened, the soup inside almost overflowed.
Fortunately, Lao Yang leaned over to help support him in time.
"Be careful, don't get burned." Old Yangtou said nervously.
Mrs. Tan was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man in front of her with a pleasant smile but full of concern, and was stunned for a moment.
Is this still the old man from before?
If it had been him before, he would have scolded her for being careless, spilling the soup, ruining things, and ruining her mind...
